Is there such a thing as happy blues?
Where you allow yourself to wallow in a hue that you choose,
To rightfully brood-
Not chasing a brighter mood,
To relish in that temporary doom,
letting it fester into a gleeful gloom
A slightly melancholy delude,
purposely withholding from moving on too soon.
So Instead of marching on into a harpy pseud,
Set aside some time to feel a bit of happy blues.